I'm writing a poem about the NPR program ' Nashville 2.0 ' on ' Americana ' music.
Sing America , blend right in
Song of the home we all knew
The place of our start , our heart
Way ahead of me to the gap
Years before , building proud
Names , reach out to everyone
Standing there , cheering loud
Smoke filled the rooms like
Velour on the walls
A country place , still , but wider yet
A gathering of tunesmiths and songsters all
This was written on a scrap of paper during the show itself.
It will need polishing and , well lots
You get to see it first
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